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Thursday, November 17, 2005

Snapshots of Pittsburgh

I am in the lobby of the Omni hotel listening to the dulcet tones of the local piano player, sitting with executives and tourists and convention attendees. I stare at my screen as I sift through the moments I most want to capture for our little blogging community.
First of all, I feel I am under a duty to discuss my grander plan for the NCTE/NWP experience. I plan to stalk Jim Burke.
Now, for those of you who may not be members of the Burkian fan club, let me wax poetic. I begin with a history: when I was becoming a teacher, I was coming to education through an indirect route. My cohort was designed for people entering the profession as a second career. Therefore, it was sort of a crash course. Jim Burke's English Teacher's Companion became both my lifeline to effective English instruction (or at least a semblance or beginning of one) as well as the bane of my existence, as I knew I could never reach such lofty heights of pedagogy. Jim B. became both guru and guide, and he looked so darn dreamy on the cover. I recall him, leaning slightly to the left, gaze leveled directly into the camera, assuring me that I, a mere mortal, could convey all of the aspects of English to my willing and eager pupils with ease. All I needed was a well organized website (http://www.englishcompanion.com/) and a few graphic organizers from his Tools for Thought (note: all titles available through Heinemann publishers). And now, Jim Burke and I, for the first time, are in the same city! Clearly, I must get an interview. This becomes my higher purpose. Please check out our 'podcast from the car' for more of me gushing about Burke. Hopefully, at this time on Saturday, I will be posting the success of my quest to meet Jim Burke. Stay tuned for further details.


Blogger Carlin said...

I met Jim (I call him Jim now) in Atlanta a few years ago. I spontaneously shouted his name like groupie when I spotted him in the hallway of the convention center. He humored me as I yakked about how "the companion" saved me. I have more than one edition of it now, as the first copy became so full of post-its and notes that it became difficult to read. I can't wait to hear the interview!

4:39 PM  
Blogger Paul Cryderman said...

You go, girl. Stalk him until you get that interview! If you need assistance, I'll be glad to help. I-pod interview, here you come!

4:45 PM  
Blogger Paul Cryderman said...

And now you have a picture of J.B. I truly believe you are obsessed with meeting the man! Saturday, 1:30 p.m., be there, aloha!

5:13 PM  

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